Margaret Abigail Walker quotes

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croppers rotting shacks
with famine, terror, flood, and plague near by;
Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face!
Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!
When and where will another come to take your holy place?
Old man mumbling in his dotage, or crying child, unborn?
All you violated ones with gentle hearts;
You violent dreamers whose cries shout heartbreak;
Let the martial songs be written, let the dirges disappear. Let a
race of men now rise and take control!
For my people lending their strength to the years: to the gone
years and the now years and the maybe years, washing ironing c
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands
They have many clean words to say.
Imp at three and wench at 'leben
She counted her husbands to the number seben.
Old Molly Means was a hag and a witch;
Chile of the devil, the dark, and sitch.
Her voice is thin and her moan is high,
And her cackling laugh or her barking cold
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